(Not So) Welcome Home
Suburbs in America hadn’t been around long, but they were the epitome of the American Dream. Families moving into homes near families just like them. Young couples, with young children, or even young couples looking to start a family. Douglas and Connie Hahn were the latter. They hadn’t been married long, but they wanted what all American’s wanted: their own home, their own space, and their own family. That was all going to start today. Today, they were moving into their very own home.
“That box goes in the kitchen, darling,” Connie said, pointing at the box in question. She stood next to the car, watching the street, as her husband did all the heavy lifting. She smiled and waved at her neighbors, who seemed friendly enough, until they saw her husband. Surrounded by everyone of her own race, Douglas stuck out like a sore thumb.
This had been a concern in the back of her mind when they made the decision to move. Things had never been easy for them. Her parents disapproved of their marriage. People stared at them everywhere they went. There was even a small feeling of fear for her husband’s safety every time someone looked at him for a beat too long. But they got through it all. Together. Connie loved Douglas with all of her heart, and she knew they’d be okay.
When her neighbors’ attitudes changed towards her, she decided to head inside. “There’s only two more boxes out there, Douglas, and they both go in the bedroom,” she called. “Do you think you’ll manage?” She headed into the kitchen. “I’m going to start unpacking!”